Bitterly Yours, Jaded.

Take a second

to glance

over your shoulder;

at the passer by

with a smile;

withering slightly around the edges-

and the dust that stirs in your wake

notice for a moment

captured in seconds

stretched along forever

the way the light hits her eyes

and turns them a subtle shade

before you go back to looking

at nothing in particular.

So just breathe;

When you're flying high

and remember how it feels

to have that breeze on your face

and the ground beneath your feet

because it's okay

sometimes,

you know

to come down for a little while

And remember angel;

the taste of earth

before it devours you

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 I haven't written poetry in a long, long, long, long time. I've tried, of course, many times to pick up where I left of and try to just "Let it Flow" as they say. Well truth be told it's not always so easily. I once read a quote where it said that writer's block simply mean's you're not supposed to write. I took it literally at the time but I wonder now if it's something that just had to take it's time in coming to me. Many of my previous works came from dark places of angst and teenage melodrama hormones. Now, I've got adult melodrama hormones! Though, alas, these may be of some consequential use.

Anyways, Welcome to my Blog. Another out there in this massive web of millions. Here though is something a little more personal- a little more *me* and I'm hoping to share it well with you all. It's a bit of a short post, but as you may read it's 2:31am my time and I am going to be exhausted tomorrow.

Much love,
Niveah Stipes